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[b][color=376877]Wordage:[/color][/b] [i]315 (+1 points)[/i]
[b][color=376877]Experience:[/color][/b] [i]14/40 EXP || 4/20 EXP[/i]
[b][color=376877]Location:[/color][/b] [i]The Under ➡ Prison of Hope[/i][/center]

Artorias’ hands and arms ache after the momentum and strength that he displayed, though the only sign that betrayed his weariness was the heavy breathing that rattled the inside of the knights helmet. 

Fortune favored him or by the grace of Gwyn wherever he was his loyal knight and blade didn't seem to falter in his vigor after the battle even with the damage the wooden creatures' violent thorny attacks inflicted. Artorias, grunting slung Finstertöter over one shoulder without a word. 

Watching as the other Seekers forged ahead the knight opted to slump against a ruined pillar “[color=A5988A]Do things tend to always fade in such a manner?[/color]” the knight tilted his head towards the bored sounding voice of the scholar whose shaggy mane of hair fell over his face as he knelt where the Ten Piedad had been felled.

“[color=376877]Hmph, yes.[/color]” the knight gruffly intoned seemingly in a less talkative mood than he usually seemed to be. [i]Fine by me if the knight has no interest in the matter…But what is this?[/i] Osvald's eyebrow furrowed while the body of the Ten Piedad had left nothing but dust behind upon the floor an orb sat just floating a centimeter off the cracked stonework of the arenas floor.

Artorias though seemingly paying the scholars investigation no mind stepped over him easily and reached down scooping the spectral orb in his hand “[color=376877]A spirit as thy Seeker's seem to call them, [/color]” trepidation filled the knight whose experience with the orbs left a sour taste in his mouth, hesitated to do anything with it worried it would overtly change him yet how could one become stronger without taking such a risk?

Ultimately he decided to thrust the Ten Piedad’s soul into his chest, demonstrating with actions rather than words how the souls of fallen enemies could be used.